With every step that he took into the darkness the feeling of awe¹ deepened upon Connor, until he went frowning toward the fire as though it were an eye that watched his coming. He was quite close when the chestnut² threw up its head with a snort and stopped, listening; Connor listened as well, and he heard a music of men's voices singing together, faint with distance; the sound traveled so far that he caught the pulse of the rhythm and the fiber³ of the voices rather than the tune⁴ itself, yet the awe which had been growing in Connor gathered suddenly in his throat. He had to close his hands hard to keep from being afraid.  
As though the chestnut felt the strangeness also, he neighed suddenly; the rock walls of the ravine caught up the sound and trumpeted⁵ it back. Connor, recovering from the shock, buried his fingers in the nostrils⁶ of the horse and choked the sound away; but the echo still went faintly before them and behind. The alarm had been given. The fire winked⁷ once and went out. Connor was left without a light to guide him; he looked up and saw that the sunset flush had fallen away to a dead gray.
 
He looked ahead to where the fire had been. Just then the horse jerked his nose away and gasped⁸ in a new breath. Even that slight sound flurried Connor, for it might guide the unknown danger to him. Connor remembered that after all he was not a bandit stealing upon a peaceful town; he composed his mind and his nerves with an effort, and was about to step forward again when he saw in the night just before him a deeper shade among the shadows. Peering, he discovered the dim outlines of a man.
 
Ben Connor was not a coward, but he was daunted⁹ by this apparition¹⁰. His first impulse was to flee; his second was to leap at the other's throat. It spoke¹¹ much for his steadiness in a crisis that he did neither, but called instead: "Who's there?"
 
Metal gritted¹² on metal, and a shaft¹³ of light poured into Connor's face so unexpectedly that he shrank. The chestnut reared, and turning to control the horse, Connor saw his eyes and the eyes of the mule¹⁴ shining like phosphorus. When he had quieted the gelding he saw that it was a hooded¹⁵ lantern which had been uncovered. Not a ray fell on the bearer of the light.
 
"I saw a light down here," said Connor, after he had tried in vain to make out the features of the other. "It looked like a fire, and I started for it; I've lost my bearing in these mountains."
 
Without answering, the bearer of the lantern kept the shaft staring into Connor's face for another moment; then it was as suddenly hooded and welcome darkness covered the gambler. With a gesture which he barely could make out, the silent man waved him forward down the ravine. It angered Connor, this mummery of speechlessness, but with his anger was an odd feeling of helplessness as though the other had a loaded gun at his head.
 
The man walked behind him as they went forward, and presently the fire shone out at them from the entrance to the valley; thus Connor saw the blanket which had screened the fire removed, and caught a glimpse of a second form.
 
Even the zenith was dark now, and it was double night in the ravine. With the chestnut stumbling behind him, Connor entered the circle of the fire and was stopped by the raised hand of the second man.
 
"Why are you here?" said the guard.
 
The voice was thin, but the articulation¹⁶ thick and soft, and as the questioner stepped into the full glow of the fire, Connor saw a Negro whose head was covered by white curls. He was very old; it seemed as though time had faded his black pigment¹⁷, and now his skin, a dark bronze, was puckered¹⁸ at the corners of his mouth, about his eyes, and in the center of his forehead, seeming to have dried in wrinkles like parchment. While he talked his expression never varied¹⁹ from the weary frown; yet years had not bowed him, for he stood straight as a youth, and though his neck was dried away until it was no thicker than a strong man's forearm, he kept his head high and looked at Connor.
 
The man who had gone out to stop Connor now answered for him, and turning to the voice the gambler saw that this fellow was a Negro likewise; as erect²⁰ as the one by the fire, but hardly less ancient.
 
"He is lost in the mountains, and he saw the fire at the gate, Ephraim."
 
Ephraim considered Connor wistfully.
 
"This way is closed," he said; "you cannot pass through the gate."
 
The gambler looked up; a wall of rock on either side rose so high that the firelight failed to carry all the distance, and the darkness arched solidly above him. The calm dignity of the men stripped him of an advantage which he felt should be his, but he determined²¹ to appear at ease.
 
"Your best way," continued Ephraim, "is toward that largest mountain. You see where its top is still lighted in the west, while the rest of the range is black.
 
"Jacob can take you up from the ravine and show you the beginning of the way. But do not pass beyond the sight of the fire, Jacob."
 
"Good advice," nodded Connor, forcing himself to smile, "if it weren't that my horse is too sore-footed to carry me. Even the mule can hardly walk—you see."
 
He waved his hand and the chestnut threw up its head and took one or two halting steps to the side.
 
"In the meantime, I suppose you've no objection if I sit down here for a moment or two?"
 
Ephraim, bowing as though he ushered²² the other into an apartment of state, waved to a smooth-topped boulder²³ comfortably near the fire.
 
"I wish to serve you," he went on, "in anything I can do without leaving the valley. We have a tank just inside the gate, and Jacob will fill your canteen and water the horse and mule as well."
 
"Kind of you," said Connor. "Cigarette?"
 
The proffered²⁴ smoke brought a wrinkling of amazed delight into the face of Ephraim and his withered²⁵ hand stretched tentatively forth²⁶. Jacob forestalled²⁷ him with a cry and snatched the cigarette from the open palm of Connor. He held it in both his cupped hands.
 
"Tobacco—again!" He turned to Ephraim. "I have not forgotten!"
 
Ephraim had folded his arms with dignity, and now he turned a reproving glance upon his companion.
 
"Is it permitted?" he asked coldly.
 
The joy went out of the face of Jacob.
 
"What harm?"
 
"Is it permitted?" insisted Ephraim.
 
"He will not ask," argued Jacob dubiously²⁸.
 
"He knows without asking."
 
At this, very slowly and unwillingly²⁹, Jacob put the cigarette back into the hand of Ben Connor. A dozen curious questions came into the mind of the gambler, but he decided³⁰ wisely to change the subject.
 
"The boss gives you orders not to leave, eh?" he went on. "Not a step outside the gate? What's the idea?"
 
"This thing was true in the time of the old masters. Only Joseph can leave the valley," Ephraim answered.
 
"And you don't know why no one is allowed inside the valley?"
 
"I have never asked," said Ephraim.
 
Connor smoked fiercely, peering into the fire.
 
"Well," he said at length, "you see my troubles? I c............